Cleansing Flame

You built your thrones on the backs of the blind. Fed them the

virus, called it divine. Tonight the fever breaks. Tonight the sky

learns how to bleed! Oh! I swallowed every word you sold.

Kneeled in the shadow of your ghost, but the mirror cracked,

and I saw the goat writing scripture in a sheepskin robe. You called it

love. I call it chains. You call the truth.

I taste the pain! Burn it down! Let the liars

choke on smoke! Burn it down! Watch their kingdoms turn to jokes! I am the